Bisexual(1)

"Cocksucker" When my wife used her new pet name for me, I always felt a pulse in my crotch. It was dirty, and dangerous, and so freeing, especially when she said it. The promise of pleasure that it held hinted at ecstasy. It meant that she acknowledged it, favored it, desired it, and wanted to see it happen. I was happy to oblige. It was a part of myself that I had suppressed for a long...Read On